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Yeah (2Raw) Ayy They like, "3zzy got that"— yeah He got super bands Ayy, ayy They like, "3zzy got that dog sh*t on him, he got super bands" Hold on, let me put the Drac', do my Skuba dance Don't let lil' bro get off a Perky, he turn to Superman I ain't from the D, but f**k it, Siri, locate Coochie Land Them n***as said they known for shootin', but then his shooter ran Like FN had that that ollie in him, cuz got stupid hands If you known for suckin' and f**kin', I'll be your only fan Get rich off OnlyFans, hit the road, and I know some scams Stock it up and go and hit Neimans, we could blow a ten n***as talkin' pape', but they cappin', n***a, show it then Like five hundred, ten or four, I bеt bro roll a ten Only bosses 'round my round table, so you won't fit in I'll probably throw that sh*t on my wrist bеfore I cop a Benz You b*t*h n***as steady coppin' pleas, come cop a stick By Sunday, we can bet the Steelers win or that I knock your b*t*h And I don't rock designer jeans, baby, 'cause my Glock don't fit Big dog, I know I'm gon' win, c*cky and confident I'm startin' to think this money grow on trees the way we got this sh*t In traffic to the neck with the Glock, f**k your politics In your hood drivin' through slow and n***as not on sh*t I don't want your ho, been had the b*t*h Bougie b*t*h say she hate me, but she love the d**k From the socks to the hat, did you peep the 'fit? Fat 36 with the stock, I don't need the stick f**k him right where he stand, Drakey leave the b*t*h Before I ever tell on my mans, cuh, I plead the Fifth Walk-downs in broad day, here, eat the clip n***a, eat the clip, here, go'n, eat the clip I ain't buyin' at all, but I got dog, and I keep a stick But listen here, if the feds come, baby, we legit We just poured another pint out, damn, I need to quit Matter fact, no, I don't, I'm trippin', bro, I need to sip Real n***a, wanna see us all win, got twenty-three assists The Yung OG don't fear no man, I met the reaper, b*t*h I might pull up in a Grand Am tryna sweep some sh*t Dope man, hundred grams of raw, but fifty-three was hit So that's forty-seven G's of cut In LA tryna find a stick, I hit 3zzy up He pulled up tryna drop sh*t, I don't need to bust Guarantee I take a n***a head off when that evil bust Jump on a plane with twenty 'bows of weed, tryna test my luck Don't go waste your money tryna buy a vest, I'm shootin' neck and up Fat b*t*h sent me a picture in her panties, tryna set me up Ain't nobody tryna f**k your fat ass with your naked butt Dropped an AP off to Hutch, flower set it up b*t*h, I drink so much lean, I think I'm finna flower, send my cup Hundred racks for a lean belly, we got expensive guts Three hundred dollars for a lineup, I got a different cut Alright, let me switch it up When the pistol bust, n***as hit the ground, someone come pick 'em up Dog pulled up in a Scat', it got riddled up My n***a photobombed, stood behind with twenties, f**ked my— My n***a photobombed, pulled out some twenties, f**ked my picture up n***a, I just popped lid, so we shot the hospital up Glock 27 on my hip, yeah, the little one This ain't the same ho from yesterday, this a different one
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